Letter

Dear PeteIt was filled with sadness and joy when I heard today that you had lost the battle with cancer, Sadness, because of the loss to your family, friends, Vail Valley and the world of skiing. Joy because our paths had crossed so many years ago.I am a friend and admirer. I was an employee of yours and fortunate enough be around the ski business and around you for almost 40 years. In fact, I was able to work for you prior to the years of MBA’s when skiing was not a business but an &quotart form&quot of expression for the few hearty ones who dared. I am very lucky to have met you and so many men from the 10th Mountain during that time without ever having to set one foot on that other Riva Ridge.In the next few days and weeks we will hear from world and local leaders who have been touched by your spirit eulogizing your accomplishment and persona, all so true and so deserved. But, Pete, I had to write this letter from my perspective. I am only one of the little people that was given the gift of mountains, snow and motion that you had such a great part in creating. I am not important but I had the experience too. When I first worked for you I was a &quottrash man&quot picking up papers around the ticket office. Still, you knew me, called me by name and throughout the years treated me like I was an important part of your life. I am very grateful because you made me feel a part of this valley.In the 60’s there was an old folk song titled &quotIn This White World&quot. The chorus went: &quotMy skis are the things that give me my wings, and make me an eagle on high&quot.Thanks for being such an important part of my flying. I will miss you.God blessRobby Robinson